[She's not in the perfect position to recognize the depth of his surprise - a volley of fire finds her cover point a moment later, the brittle snap of bark and twigs around her making her grumble. Leaning out of cover, Shepard lobs a frag grenade in the direction of fire, follows the explosion with a few well aimed shots and then moves again. It's a slow crawl forward from one point of cover to the next, generally slower and less direct than she likes, but this is all play anyway - she could charge forward while he covered her, but it would make conversation hell of a lot more difficult.

She's had enough of wrestling targets to the ground on Ajna anyway.]

I guess there's still time for Traynor [--because they're running sims and she can afford to make jokes--] but no. Taylor and I were strictly professional during the Collector mission, Garrus. [Not that there was anything wrong with Jacob's workout routine, but Kasumi was always going to be the most vocal supporter of that one.

A beat then, a moment of quiet. They're close enough that she can give him a frank look, mouth slightly drawn.]

You really didn't know?

[Mordin had. Hell, Jack had too so it wasn't as if there weren't intel leaks even if Mordin had been the epitome of discretion (ha).]